When I first moved into that apartment, I truly believed Milly and I would make a great team — two adults sharing expenses, space, and responsibilities. But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show. She rarely bought essentials, left dirty dishes everywhere, and constantly fell behind on bills. I gave her chance after chance, even covering her rent with her promise to pay me back, a promise that never came true. Then one day, she simply disappeared to stay with her boyfriend, leaving her things scattered around the apartment like abandoned reminders of her chaos. When I asked about rent, she replied coldly that she wouldn’t pay since she wasn’t living there. For two long months, I paid everything alone while she ignored every message I sent.

Eventually, I told her I would assume she’d moved out if she didn’t respond — and she stayed silent. The landlord confirmed she was off the lease and changed the locks. My friends helped me pack her belongings, donating the old and saving the valuable. Days later, Milly stormed back, furious to find the locks changed and some items gone. I explained everything, every ignored message, every unpaid bill, every ounce of patience I had exhausted. She left angry, but the nightmare was finally over. And I walked away with a hard-earned truth: without boundaries, even the nicest roommate can turn your home into a battleground.